EPICLY TRIFE

Yeah, so basically it goes like this. I heard the Ginch was coming to SF, so I had to split town and headed towards Milwaukee. Yo Ginzo; I kid, I kid...

For the trip, I got this new epic bag from OGIO so I can put all my blog devices in one bag. OGIO RULES! I strongly recommend the TY EVANS signature model...

When we arrived in Chicago they greeted me with real life lazers(just like the ones in all my party time photos) hanging over the people mover things...

That's about as much Chi-town as I got, I seriously was there for like a 5 minutes...

Then they put us on this small little craft that I thought for sure meant the end of the line. Hey, I think I know that dude with the deck...

Post xanax delirium, didn't even take a drink for this one. I think I might be gettin the hang of this flying thing...

I think it seated 40 people including the captain and stuardess...

Lake Michigan putos!

Cream City, dont tell anyone but I think they might have something to do with the KOTR midway challenges...

Who else besides Neckface could make pink look evil...

Oh yeah, they carry Lowcard so you know they're down...

Got myself a new coozie and the bowl to myself. No sight of Laverne or Shirley yet, but it's just day one...

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Toad and Salmon had their 3rd annual Chili Bowl contest at Crocker....

Crock Pot-wise...

Trophy-wise...

Photo monkey-wise...

Toad told the cops that Magnethead was the medavac dude on duty so they'd cut out...

Salmon on the mic...

Mattson on the board, he won...

Freddy on the chili, no he didn't win...

Whats a chili bowl without some Cheese and Crackers;Haslam-wise...

Epic banners...

Not so epic banner...

Cardiel was in the house judge-wise...

Returning champ had her chili ready...

Toadly bro's...

Trixie con Leche shredding...

Chubs wasn't lookin' so hot, get home for a minute cuz...

Magnet broke the back of his camera and then later broke his fisheye, no big deal...

Goto dresses up for this shit putos...

Arco in the house...

Last call for zine footage, if you haven't been paying attention, I can't help you...

Ok, you're in...

The Ox was hyped...

Jamie was Hyphy...

Bad Shit rocked...

Field lurked...

Mumma placed...

Denise got zined...

Gerwer and Cards bro'd down...

Rob over-hyped his zine...

Jerry placed (semi baby guido status)...

The Body got covered in booze...

Top 2 status...

Rocker gave over his hard work to Mattson, trophy-wise...

Gnarly product toss...

Then Samon and Toad signed off...

Til next year...

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First, Toad and I went down and printed off some of what Zac at 'How Dare You' is calling the worst piece of shit any zine has ever been...

Anyways, I finally finished my first ever zine. But yeah, it sucks so dont worry about it....

Then we went over to Blood Wizard HQ, where Jimmy the Greek and Rocker showed up. Look at those epic Chili Bowl trophies Rocker made...

The third place trophy says "Kiss your sister"...

Banner-wise, Blood Wizards were really doin' it...

Cylon coach was giving a demo with the Mega Mike...

This thing's pretty fuckin awes, look for it at a Flea Market near you...

Then straight to Parkside...

Red Fang from Portland was shredding...

So was Handlebar Lecter...

Audrey Hepburn met up with us...

Then the Tower that's High played their 666th show at Thee Parkside...

Dave let everyone know since Becker didn't show up, that they would NOT be playing I Am The Wallride; I got to tell you it was a major let down...

3 Retards got the new book 'Shredding For Dummies'; they're working on it...

Oh yeah, Handlebar Rock...

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9 years ago we lost one of the best. I'll never forget Phil Shao...EVER

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There's a new spot at the not so new spot...

This guy's been working on his white balance for King Of The Road...

Support Lee Bender, but this shirt putos!!!

Mandreas was down for the cause...

Post Robstock depression's got Rob stuck with nothing but fs grinds...

Big daddy Becker flies with the greatest of ease...

When Andreas isn't busy on his motorcycle, he can be seen taking one to the nuts...

The ol' stand by for Gordo - "Dude, I got other tricks!"

P-Stone flappin' with Slap's new webslinger, Notorious J.U.D.

Then we went to the land of maricon's for dinner...

Kelly Anne was on the scene,; can't keep her off this new game on her phone...

Gettin' weird in el bano, people love the new due by the way - no bigs...

So we sit down and the boats full of sushi are going turbo speed...

Pan-wise...

Yeah, we had some sushi... So

Another epic panning sushi scenario...

To cap off the night we ended up at Slims for the Detroit Cobras show...

Should be an interview on Thrasher site sometime soon with Rachel...

This dude loves pole...

On stage hi-jinx...

Captain Corpsey got a Cobras shirt...

Then straight to Pops, obviously...

Car bomb wise, not such a good idea...

Michaela made my zine on her last night in town, good times with that one...

The next morning after crashing at Drehobl's after party...

Why wouldn't I be the first to sleep over on Maggie's new couch - no big deal...

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Come out and watch Maggie defend her title, chili wise...

This just in, Toad woke up and realized he didn't put a time on the flier (Nice Work!), the official starting time for this shit storm is 1200 noon. Also; the Bad Shit trio will be playing from 2:30-3:00-DO IT!

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Took the train down to Penis Isle with Carley, Sofia, Kelly Anne, and Michaela...

Got off at the ol' racetrack, can we get a group for that soon too???

Nothing in the bags, the booze is all in our bellies...

Night Ranger in the day was kind of wierd, but whatevs...

Ol' double fistin' K-Sul...

Look over my shoulder and who do I see...

Jeanette was lovin' it...

Rachel got our her phone blogger...

That dude's got 25 years of Night Ranger under his belt...

Carlsbad joined in the standing O...

Did I mention Michaela's in town...shredding!!!

"Sister Christian though the time has come..."

So yeah, this was at San Mateo's fairgrounds putos...

So you know we got our rides on...

Notice the girls hold hand technique-no big deal...

Next up... THE ZIPPER!

Kelly Anne and Sofia got it, no problem...

"We're gonna puke!!!"

Nh

Just missed the train, so we took it to TGIF for some wings,nachos, and cold ones-you know bar food type shit pendejos...

Penis Isle stees, semi Mariah Carey vectors...

Then straight to thee Parkside for 'Marta's going away/Lowcard Throw away' party...

Living la vida-tshirt...

Miss Lowcard is now officially MRS Lowcard...

Besos por el puto...

Team Fatback...

Kimmel self portrait...

The mother fuckin' Outlaw...

Ramondetta sighting...

Brocard was hammered like that Bad Shit song...

Halsey's making it into my zine...

Barker's got a spot...

Holy shit, it's the Nza!!!

Timmy Jak, mmmmmaybe...
Not everyone was flipping me off, at least not in the photo booth...

Until next time...

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There was an Incredibly Strange Wrestling situaish the other night...

This dudes FBP for sure...

Broke into a pie fight with some wiener...

Then the wiener body slammed the ref...

Then this wiener dude, who's known as the Snackmaster went off the top ropes-pretty awes...

Look at all those fuckin tortillas...

Thats from all the maricons in the audience, it was a full on tortilla war...

Hot Carl was in on it...

Then the Red-necks came out...

And got driven through a table...

There was sheetrock over the head scenarios...

High flying action...

Dudes getting stuffed in garbage cans, fuck it had it all...

Then this band played...

I forget their name, but I guess Jack (fomerly of One Man Army and now in Dead To Me) plays guitar for them...

Intermission had the hands cleaning up tortillas and rebuilding the janky ring...

Meanwhile Jello was having a field day at the merch table...

With masks like this, why wouldn't you have a field day at the merch table...

Then back to some insane ISW action...

Is it, no, it cant be...

It's Macho Sasquacho!!!

Sasquacho got no love tortilla-wise...

I guess this dude was the champ or something...

Some serious suplexin' went down, no big deal...

Malia's a fan...

This was a reenactment of the Chris Benoit situaish...

Noose and all...

The Spits ended the night...

Halsey Sighting...

"You know you're bringing me down..."

Cool guy status...

Human quesadilla...

Classic photo on the way home: You would think it was a party not a Cadillac...

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We took it down to Sunnyvale to meet up with Ramondetta and some DLX crew...

P-Stone was on the scene...

Becker wants in the zine...

Pete was shredding...

Switch smith, no big deal. I would have got the switch back lip but he did it first try only-wow!

Tony Trujillo back on board, sick to see you skating again...

Sargent Frontside...

The other Tony with indy airs all day long...

Trixie con Leche's new Myspace photo...
Ramondizzle is for REAL putos!!!

Time to bust...

Possible Anti-Hero ad scenario...

Trixie said good bye and we was out...

Then Kelly and I went over to the ball park to watch Barry add to his home-run reign...

Food-wise...

No one needs that much dip...

Three styles of chicken, no bigs...

Did I mention this was the luxury box?

K-Sul and Do-mo were hyped...

Nachos-wise...

Some serious Pirate fan vectors, possibly Pensyl's long lost bro...

Everyone's favorite player at the plate and on the tube...

Sweet view of McCovey Cove...

Oh yeah, Phelps was there too...

The Pirates ended up winning...

Capt. Hook was stoked...

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No, it wasn't a Silly Pink Bunnies reunion. Well at least not officially. Jeremy Fish had an opening over the weekend in the TL....

CASH rules everything around me...

Then I went buy the owner of this tat's house for a few cold ones...

She had this photo up on her wall; when Ginch was a fan and Carley was tan...

Carlsbad to the bone...

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Been getting some emails about not enough shredin' and too much partying again. Well here's ol' P-Stone tossin' a fs ollie over the channel at Ben Lomund last week.
Remember when Ginch posted Skate Photo Of The Week's???

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3 armed retards went to Santa Cruz for the day...

Straight to NHS to visit Keith and Lee...

And just maybe get some product, whatevs...

Above Lee's desk...


Their wall of fame...

Big time production was going on everwhere...

The big guy's office...

I know how you feel bro...

Leave it to Toad to sniff out the surf boards...

Shirts for miles...

Boards for days...

P-Stone's pick...

Toadly Strubing...

Then over to Consolidated to visit with Leticia...

Why wouldn't they have Phil Shao on their wall...

Look for a bangin' Roberto Aleman part in their upcoming video...

Then we got the tour; there used to be an epic half pipe here where Alan Peterson would fly big airs into the pillowy ceiling...

Guess who sleeps up there when he's in town...

Yup, Maru marks his territory...

The shower looked pretty trife...

This is where Roberto makes his power moves when he's in the Cruz...

Blood Wizard meets Ass Wizard...

For P-Stone, going to Santa Cruz and not hitting Derby is like going to Portland and not hitting Burnside...

For Toad, going to skate Derby was like hitting the cement with his body really really hard...

We ended the day at Ben Lomund...

Timmy Jak-off was just leaving...

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Bison stopped back in SF on their way home and played a last minute freebie at Thee Parkside...

In case you haven't figured it out by now, these dudes fuckin' SHRED!!!

P-Stone was there tiltin' back the cold Hamms...

Heather, shredding with a smile...

Token drummer shot...

Handlebars loved em, obviously...

Timmy Jak'd it...

Full on pop-talk situaish in the patio...

Look what else is still in the patio...

Meghan and Lo audtioning for some zine coverage (by the way, Lowcard release this Wednesday at Parkside)...

"Yo Timmy, tell some funny jokes..."

"Ok, what came first the Jak or the Jakette???"

"Dude, you're one funny motherfucker..."

These three almost pissed their pants...

Then a full on shirts off party broke out...

Emily had no problem with that...

Sick night! Thanks Malia, Asia, Emily and of course the bro's in Bison-get back to SF soon...

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No way for Magnethead to lose this ring...

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ramp trolls.

The only shower you'll be gettin in Whitneyville.

Logan and Josie

Serious bromance.

Screwboo late night cuisine.

Headin to the lake.

Vander takes in the serenity of six mile.

Farmer:Method

Strubing:Benihana

O'Dell:Flail

Farmer back for more:Airwalk

Last chance for Lobstah.

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Big Business played the other night at the house Frank Chu built...

Triclops opened up...

"I want my mommy!!!"

"Crowd participation please...."

That's what Im talking about..

Now let's get down to Business...

Wait, who are those two maricons?

Toadly Schmitenhall! Frank Chu with BGP vectors...

Semi Brian Kuhns status...

Pedal-wise...

The drummer killed it...

Eric Reed Boucher was there bro'n down, no big deal...

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The coozie team is in full effect...

Went over to Principal Ron's to shred his garage...

Then to Pins and Needles for some hobo imagery...

Then to go see OB's book release...

Nick was their signing autographs...

Look, it's Mat!

Salba stopped by and got mesmer-eyes'd

Then straight to Parkside to check out Triclops...

Toadly Kelly Anne...

Sandy was pourin' the cold ones...

Guess who...

The singer stole Toad's stool...

Toadly emotional...

How dare you!!!

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The Outlaw sent in these epic photos from her journey up to WHitneyville and Robstock...

the new and improved ramp on the camp

ricky trying to kill himself

defenatly ate shit

almost TFL

Logan the Barbarian and his dead hat

The Farmer checking shit out from a tight angle


The Rage

Sally V. and Boaterhead

Dod's, O'dell, and Logan

T-mo and Ali-oop

TFL crew

you suck!

tent situation

Reijaand Kati

chopping wood for the fire pit


pussy rock


must stop at Helen's best BF in town!

when in Maine...

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Hightower was up next

Wombatina in the front row.

Then it was on to the heated mini ramp sesh where Matlin was bouncing off tree's.

...and then this happened.

You can't kill what's already dead.

Angela get's a lappy.

Strubing cant figure out what that means.

One word...awesim.

MORE LATER...

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Got to Robstock on Saturday and got down to business right away.

Steak and Lobster feast.

Terps and Suz

Gnarwhale played first but my camera committed suicide so I had to go for the post shred portraits

Where's Mouth?

I managed to round a camera up just in time for Demassek.

Torches were lit and the mayhem began.

Sacrificial coffin.

Everyone was ready to shred.

Boater gone wild.

Dodes must have used sign language to ask for that beer

Guitar battle.

Somebody had to be the first guy to take his shirt off.

Metal Fingers.

To Be Continued...

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Corpsey's back home in Maine eating loads of lobster, steamers and all the EC goods. Here's a new park out in Lewiston he'll be shreddin' while he's out there...

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Dude kid made the front page with his 7 and a half years of FECAL, fuckin killin' it John. I remember the early days when you had possibly the first year Ann. party where some fags graffiti'd all over the brick building and you had to clean it up- you've come a long way my friend, driving boats in the bay and shit... Nice work puto

So yeah, I ended up at Minna for the Fecal fest where these two held it down line-wise...

Inside the joint was packed...

Frank Cho...obviously

There weren't any fireworks or anything...

This bird was jolly though...

These two were trying out for my new zine, its gonna be full of flip-off photos, send me your best and maybe you can be in it too...

Semi Jason Jesse Speed Freaks era-thanks for the shirts Creature!

The art got me so crazy, I had to turn off the DJ to focus... sorry Jeremiah

Some real maricon must have made this shite...

Fools were hyped son...

"Ok, Im totally gonna text you..."

"Let's get out of here!!!"

Stopped by Delurk for some unknown reason, that shit's fuckin 2002 maricon...

Laughing all the way home putos...

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10. I don't feel like travelling 3500 miles to get molested in a tent by Screwboo...

9. I don't want to see what Rob's gonna lose next...

8. I'm waiting for the concrete bowl...

7. Drehobl grew up in Maine, and he's not even going...

6. Can't afford to pay a grand to just get drunk in the woods with a bunch of retards-sorry Im not a trust funder...

5. I already know who I am dead to...

4. Hearing Fashion Dan say, "Look out for the Cookout" is so 1998...

3. It would bum me out to spend a weekend in the beautiful state of Maine hearing constantly how much the Ginch loves New York...

2. If I wanted to see some shitty metal band that's never recorded anything, Id just walk down to Parkside...

1. Fuck Robstock!!!

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